Ciela's growth after giving birth to her child was monumental, from a young, fiesty elven princess to a mature, sensual dark elf queen. The more power she gained, the more it served to polish her femininity.
"Asmodeus?" A soft, delicate voice like an angel replied to him.
Then, deep in the vibrant garden, filled with beautiful flowers, flora, and fauna, a woman wearing a loose green summer dress, her caramel-brown skin glistening in the rays of sunlight seeping through the greenhouse roof.
Her hips stretched the dress slightly, as the outline of her plump buttocks drew attention from behind the cloth clung between her cheeks. "Are you here?" She turned, revealing a bright smile with her breasts peeking from the dress, revealing the upper part of her dark pink areola.
Unlike the vibrant, excitable young woman he met.
